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New Robot Can Help You Find Your Way
BoingBoing is reporting that a new robotic assistant may soon be able to help you find your way the next time you are lost in a mall or a supermarket. The latest demonstration from the Osaka-based Advanced Telecommunications Research Institute (ATR) showcased "Robovie", a semi-humanoid robot designed to monitor up to 20 people at a time and classify each person's behavior into one of 10 categories (waiting, wandering, walking fast, etc). Whenever it was able to classify someone as disoriented it would approach them and ask "are you lost", if the answer was yes it provided directions, otherwise it just recommended nearby shops and restaurants.
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Ron Paul
Have you heard about CmdrTaco's enormous ass pussy? The GNAA was having a late lunch with a VA Linux insider, in that he had had parts of his body inside Rob Malda, and he spilled the beans about spilling his seed in CmdrTaco's hershey highway. "Goatse's got nothing on this guy," he said, sucking down his third vodka martini of the afternoon, jamming a fancy french fry into some bernaise that had been stained with the blood of his rare steak. "No, really, when I was rimming him, I felt like I was sticking my head in a sewer."
Apparently, Taco's asshole is large enough to fit "three, four nigger dicks." He is a man who enjoys his ass, and he'd be quite adept at having some tossed salad if his appetite at the downtown steak joint was any indication. He continued, for, indeed, once a man starts talking about prolapsed anus, there's no way to stop him. "Yeah, fucking CmdrTaco is like launching a bottle rocket into the Grand Canyon," he said, using a chunk of fat to wipe up the remaining eggy sauce. "I think I lost my watch in there." And, yes, his wrist was watchless.
The GNAA asked his dining companion why he buttfucked Rob Malda. "Have you read the shit he puts on the front page lately?" he said. "What the fuck? Seriously. What. The. Fuck."
The GNAA gestured for him to have at. "By the way, when Malda asks for a reach around, his dick is 3 inches, if that, and floppy," he said. But that didn't answer the question. Why did he fuck CmdrTaco?
He stared, a tinge of regret, a bit of horror, maybe even a shade of sadness, as if he mourned for lost innocence, passing through his eyes. "Because somebody had to," he said. "Someone had to take one for the team. Just today he posted some lameass story that was a press release from 6 months ago. And it was a dupe. Somebody needs to fist his asshole and remind him what slashdot is all about. And, goddamnit, I decided I was that man."
He started to cry, wiping his mouth with his napkin and tossing it on his plate, which only contained a leaf of escarole. "But what I can't get out of my head," he said, "is his ass pussy, like some undersea beast, nestled in the rocks and coral of her legs. Sometimes, at night, man, I can still hear my watch, its ticking echoing off the walls of his prostate. Hell, if I took a flashlight to him, I'd probably find cave drawings in there."
Taking his hand, the GNAA assured the anonymous VA Linux insider that the world would be warned away from CmdrTaco's gaping anus, yes, truly a shallow way to judge a turd burglar, but he deserves nothing less.
It's an Osaka robot it's not Shoplifting it's ShopRifting